Loved the pictures. They reminded me of the time when our adult daughter picked Max up from the Humane Society. He was a miniature poodle in horrific shape. She had made a groomer appointment so that he could have an immediate and much-needed clip.
The groomer went all out. Max was wonderous. Our little grandaughter saw him and declared, "Oh Mom, it's a POODLE!". Jennie had made a batch of brownies for the groomer, knowing he had a real job on his hands. Nancy
